ASS's annual birthday party coincided with a full moon which is a great excuse for a Full Moon Hash. However, there was no full moon to be seen thanks to the cloud cover. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

ASS supplied us with two kegs of decent beer in the garage which we managed to pretty much empty before the polite guests arrived. We prelubed while ASS hid the beer near. Once he got back, we had chalk talk and the hare took off to lay trail. Now, we know he's a mathematics professor, but, really, does he have to remind us all the time? The trail was comprised of straight lines and ended up pretty much resembling a parallelogram. Yeah, yeah, he knows geometry, but really. ASS stashed the beer near near I-235, and then his co-hare, Dip, forced us to climb the ridge and in unison, howl at the moon before he told us where trail was supposed to head off to. Knowing that many of us are half-minds, he didn't tell us how to get to the next mark, thus raising the distinct possibility that the ones who ran across 235 in the dark might end up getting hit, thus proving Darwin's theory of natural selection. No one got hit, but Biscuit was badly mauled by being tossed over the barbed wire fence on the other side of 235. Trail continued in straight lines back to the start.

Back at ASS's, we circled up in the garage while the intelligent friends of ASS's gathered in the house and listened to the band. The usual accusations were made, backsliders were acknowledged, and beer was consumed. NnSierra provided us with plenty of material for her naming. Six Bags of Shit and Cum Dumpster were already taken, so for now and ever more, she will be known as Boobs in My Mouth. It was a good hash and we're looking forward to ASS's next birthday!